to have dreams in a secret world of lies to feel war in a place of despise a beautiful heaven turned into a hell from life to so many deaths a country driven to shit lost in its own inborn reality the pain of billions of families you call it freedom i would rather be dead with the lost then knowing you got away with murder freedom is gone we kill are human brothers are sisters why
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Posted: Mar 2010
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think what you will but do not judge the innocent we are all guilty in murder there's so ways people die
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